A Captains Discipline Ch 04

It was difficult to remain in place. The whole of her body ached from the torment the Captain had given her, and she was having great difficulty keeping herself in the position. on her hands and knees atop the Captain's desk. Still, Lena put in every effort that her exhausted, sore and tender body would allow to keep herself where she'd been placed. Spread open, every part of her exposed for the cruel Klingon woman's view, the whole of her laid bare for whatever Captain Mora desired.

"Stop moving, girl," the Captain chided her. "This is how you learn to be a good girl. Isn't it?"

Lena bit down on her lower lip sharply to keep the cries of agony from escaping past her lips. For the past few moments, the two of them had been locked away in the Captain's quarters in silence. The only sounds filling the air were the heavy click of the Captain's boots as she circled around the desk, and Lena's barely stifled whimpers.

"I-I'm trying, Ma'am," Lena whispered hoarsely. "It-it hurts. But-but I'm-I'm trying."

In spite of the fact that the Captain was giving her the gentlest of touches, it still hurt. The tips of her fingers dancing ever so lightly across her skin, down her back, over the curve of her reddened and welted bottom, down between her legs where her slit was still wet and engorged.

With each touch between her legs, Lena felt a hiss of pained breath escaping her lips, and try as she might, she couldn't hold herself still. Her hips seemed to writhe and squirm on their own. There was pleasure in the Captain's touch, but as sensitive as she was after her climax, there was pain as well. A lot of it. Not more than she could stand to be sure, especially after the merciless spanking the Captain had given her before hand, but Lena was fairly certain it was closer than she was comfortable with nonetheless.

"You will learn," Captain Mora said, the tips of her fingers gliding through the slick folds between the young girl's legs and batting lightly at her clit. "You will learn to be obedient, to obey my commands no matter the torments you may suffer. You will be focused and disciplined and focus only on what I wish you to. Because this is what you want isn't it, girl? To bend yourself to my will. To submit and give everything you are to your Captain. Isn't it."

Lena closed her eyes and held her breath a moment before answering. There were so many conflicting thoughts rolling around in her mind. Chaotic, jumbled together. A shattered puzzle that she had no idea of how to piece back together. This, this wasn't like anything she'd ever experienced before. Or even thought of before for that matter.

She was a Starfleet Officer. A representative of the Federation stationed aboard a Klingon ship to foster unity and understanding between their two peoples. And yet, here she was, on her hands and knees, naked on top of Captain Mora's desk submitting herself to the Captain's will, to her desires whatever they may be. What would everyone back home say, what would they think if they could see her now? If they could see the position she'd allowed herself to be put in.

Lena wasn't quite sure what to think about the whole thing herself, but the Captain, this powerful Klingon warrior woman had somehow awoken something inside of her that she'd been unaware had even existed. It frightened her more than she cared to admit, but she wasn't about to let that stop her. This need she felt, this overpowering desire had been awakened, it was pulsing with life inside of her, and it wasn't about to return to its dormant state hidden away in her very depths. If she was being honest with herself, she didn't want it to, no matter what that might have meant for her and the future.

"Y-yes, Ma'am" Lena croaked out.

The Captain rewarded her reply with a trio of sharp slaps against her already blistered bottom that tore a barely muffled scream from her lips. Tears, unable to be held back, flowed free down her cheeks. Maddeningly, she felt a sharp electric pulse rippling between her legs the moment she felt the first stinging slap across her reddened flesh.

"Yes what, girl?" Captain Mora demanded. "You're going to have to learn to be specific, little slut. So, yes what?"

Lena whimpered, her arms trembling from the effort keeping herself in position. She knew what the Captain wanted to hear, but it wasn't easy. It was difficult for her to voice those words, to talk about herself, her wants and desires in the open, and frankly crude and humiliating way the Captain seemed to expect. Lena had never talked about herself, or anyone or anything for that matter, in such a fashion. It didn't come easy, but she knew she had to try, had to force herself. She had to obey her Captain. There was no other way.

"Y-yes, Ma'am," she repeated. "I-I want this."

Another trio of stinging spanks rained down on her poor tormented backside, followed this time with a like number of slaps striking up between her parted legs to her most intimate of places with enough force to lift her up slightly off her knees and send her hips writhing and thrashing back and forth.

"Yes, Ma'am," Lena shouted, her throat raw and hoarse. "I want this. I want to submit and give myself to you. P-please. Please, Ma'am. I want this!"

"Good girl," Captain Mora replied, leaning in so that the heat of her breath washed over the curve of Lena's neck as the words were whispered into her ear.

Lena let out a soft, groaning sigh when the Captain resumed dancing her fingertip in featherlight touches all across her skin. The ache was ever present, melded in with every soft caress all up and down all over her bared and exposed body. The Captains hands were everywhere. Exploring and examining her body in ways and places that no one ever had before. Her touch tailing its way over ever inch of bared skin, from one end to the other.

She wasn't just focusing her attentions on the Lena's intimate places, though her breasts, her nipples, her blistered bottom, her cruelly sensitive and still very slick and wet slit all received their fair share of the Captains touch, but it was more than that.

Her fingertips trailed over Lena's shoulders, across the curve of her neck, down her back to the base of her spine, drawing and tracing light circles with her sharpened nails. Over her hips, down her legs to her ankles, and all the way back up again. No doubt the Captain was making note of every movement, every twitch and bit of squirming she made as she closely examined what had been offered to her, Lena thought. Whether that was good or bad, or what the consequences of such observations would be, she didn't know. Didn't care. All of that was in one possible future, and Lena was far too concentrated, focused on the here and now. Alone with her Captain where nothing else and no one else mattered.

When she was again standing in front of her, the Captain lifted Lena's chin and brought the girl's eyes to meet her own. Lena found herself having to quite strenuously fight the urge to look away and lower her gaze. It wasn't easy. AS drawn to the Captain's darkly predatory gaze as she found herself, it was still frighteningly intimidating to look into those eyes and see the fires burning within.

"Tell me," the Captain began. "Have you ever given yourself like this before, little slut?"

Lena felt a little electric shock race through her down her spine at the question. She wasn't sure how to answer. Not that she didn't know the answer, it wasn't that hard of a question on the surface after all, it just wasn't anything she'd ever thought she'd have to answer. On top of that, it felt to her as if she needed to give the Captain the right answer. The Captain wanted the truth obviously, so that wasn't an issue, it was more of how to phrase it. Putting the words together in a way that was not only truthful and honest, but made sense to her, and that she'd hoped made sense to the Captain.

"N-no, Ma'am," she began softly. "I've-I've honestly never even thought of it before. I'm not-not even sure I could have even imagined it b-before."

"Before what?" The Captain said, her eyes flickering with intensity.

"Before you, Ma'am," Lena said, the words flowing out of her without hesitation.

Captain Mora gave a soft, rumbling pleasured purr that seemed to reverberate around the room from deep within her chest. She smiled, the tip of her tongue flicking out over the very tips of her sharpened teeth as she reached out, and gently cupped Lena's cheek in her hand.

"And women?" she asked.

Lena flushed a deep and immediate crimson, heat burning across her skin. She instinctively dropped her gaze and shook her head slowly.

"Eyes up," Captain Mora growled. "Don't just shake your head. Answer me properly, girl."

Licking her lips, Lena made an effort of lifting her eyes back up and letting herself fall back into the Captain's dark gaze.

"No-no, Ma'am" she whispered. "I've-I've never thought of that before either. I've only ever-"

"Yes," Captain Mora said cutting her off. "And yet here we are. Why is that?"

"I-I don't know, Ma'am," Lena managed to get out, the heat burning across her cheeks. She was sure her skin had become some new shade of red never seen before. "It-It's you. I don't know why, but it's you. I've never felt like, well, like this with anyone. I've never even-I've never even considered being with a woman before."

"No one but me. It pleases me to be the first and only, and I do plan on making great use of you in many ways, my eager little slut," the Captain purred out after a moment's contemplation. "But don't think there won't be others if it so pleases me to be so. Whether you wish it or not."

Lena's eyes widened, and she tried to speak, but there were no words. She'd been fully honest in that she'd never even contemplated such things before. It had just never entered her mind. The thoughts never existed. At least not until she had been stationed aboard the Tagh.

She hadn't even really thought of the Captain in that way, not really. Even in her darkest, most twisted of fantasies, she'd been passive. Allowing the Captain to do with her as she pleased regardless of her own thoughts and desires. She'd never considered having to perform herself. It was a frightening, intimidating thought, but once that thought had entered her mind, there was a sharp thrill than ran through the length of her body, an ache that began to again grow between her legs.

"Do you wish to please me, little slut?" the Captain whispered into her ear.

Lena's whole body shuddered violently.

"Yes!" she managed to choke out. "Y-yes, Ma'am. I, I want to please you."

"So eager," Captain Mora said with a soft, amused laugh. "You've started to realize your place haven't you, girl? I may allow you to serve me as your wet little cunt so clearly tells me you wish to. But you will earn if first."

"Yes, Ma'am," Lena cried out desperately. "Anything, Ma'am. Please!"

Lena felt herself losing control of herself. She felt it slipping away as the desperate needy ache between her legs grew and grew. Once the thought had been planted within her mind, she found herself unable to think of much of anything else. As frightening as the thought was, in this moment she wanted nothing more than to give herself to her Captain. To touch her, feel the warrior woman's skin against her own, to taste her on the tip of her tongue and drink down everything she was given until she could stand it no more. She no longer cared what anyone thought, or said about her or what she was doing. All that mattered was the Captain.

"Do not move," the Captain commanded as she rose to her feet and stalked away from the desk to the far end of the chambers where Lena couldn't see. "Eyes forward, slut."

Lena stilled herself, willed her body to hold and freeze in place in spite of the trembling quakes running through the whole length of her body. She could hear the soft beeping of the tapping of keys from the far side of the room, the faint ringing hum of a replicator coming to life and materializing whatever it was that the Captain had inputted into it.

She wanted to look, but she didn't dare. Not so much that she feared the Captain's wrath, which she did, but more so that she dreaded the thought of disobeying her and failing to do what she was told. Even if it took everything she had, she decided, she would obey her Captain. She would prove herself worthy of the Captain's approval.

She felt the Captain's presence behind her, though she'd somehow missed the sound of her boots clicking along the cold metal floor. Still, she didn't move, holding herself in place, her whole body heated and quivering in anticipation of what was to come, though she had not even the slightest idea of what that might have been.

"Good girl," the Captain said, the words delighting Lena to no end, though she knew not why. "Reach back and open yourself for me, little slut."

Lena blinked in momentary confusion. She didn't have to understand, she told herself, she just had to obey. She lifted her hand from the desk, and slowly reached beneath her stomach, between her legs and began parting the wet, aching folds, only to be rewarded by a sharp slap on the underside of her bottom.

"No!" the Captain growled. "Not there. And you will need both hands."

Lena gave an involuntary cry of fear and trepidation. She hadn't considered that. Not even for a moment. The mere idea terrified her.

"M-ma'am, I've never-" she began.

Another sharp spank, hard enough to force her forward and almost lose her balance.

"I didn't ask if you had," the Captain growled. "Obey!"

With a fearful whimper, Lena reached slowly back, the tips of her fingers gliding over the blistered, heated and marked bottom, and began to open herself up as commanded. She feelings of shame and humiliation, once drowned out by the overpowering desire and desperate arousal, rose at once back to the surface. She couldn't believe what she was doing, what she'd been commanded to do. She was already naked, the whole of her body exposed for the Captain's gaze, but this was somehow different and she didn't know why. Opening herself up like she had, exposing the entrance tucked away hidden between her the round globes of her backside, was somehow more intimate, more shameful and more perverse than anything else she'd done thus far. It was an odd feeling, and she wasn't quite sure how to react. All she could do, was obey.

"Good girl," Captain Mora said, the words even now having their effect on Lena.

For a few moments, there was silence, the only sound the sound of her own beating heart thundering in her chest. The Captain didn't speak, she didn't even move as far as Lena could tell, and for a brief moment, Lena thought she'd intended to leave her there in such a compromising and mortifying position forever.

But then she felt the Captain's touch, slithering between the cheeks of Lena's held-open bottom. The touch felt cool somehow. Slick. Before she could prepare herself, the Captain pierced her backside with a single spearing thrust of her finger, and drove it fully in as far as Lena's body would allow.

It was agony. An invasion so deep, so painfully and perversely intimate that it tore a strangled scream from the back of her throat. It seemed as if the whole of her being was being tore asunder from within and every instinct she had told her to flee, to get as far away from this torment as she could. She refused. She would not, she told herself. She would not disobey her Captain, would not, could not disappoint her. It took everything she had within her to keep herself locked in her position. She was frantic and in a near panic from the violating agony tearing through her, but she was determined to endure. Determined to take whatever it was the Captain desired. She had to. She needed to.

After what seemed like an eternity, the Captain slowly withdrew her punishing finger, and for a moment, Lena felt a sliver of relief. Then she felt something cold, something metallic pressing against her in its place and she let out a guttural, pleading, wordless cry.

"Shh," the Captain whispered oddly soothingly. "Give me your tears, girl. Don't hold them back. Never hold them back. This will be over soon enough."

It was more than she'd ever felt in the whole of her life. It felt as if her body was being split open from one end. She felt the Captain's hand stroking at her hip, and it helped, but it wasn't nearly enough to drown out the feeling of whatever implement it was being pressed into her.

It wasn't quick, nor was it gentle, but the Captain had been true to her word. All at once it seemed as if her body had stretched itself to its limit, and in response had simply swallowed up whole whatever it was that the Captain was pressing inside of her.

It was an odd sensation, a violating fullness within her that she couldn't quite describe. Like something pressing against her insides and sealing her tightly closed. Like a tremendous weight forced into her that demanded her every conscious thought be focused directly on it. It was like nothing she'd ever felt before in more ways than one.

"Good girl," the Captain whispered, her hand lightly stroking and petting all up and down Lena's back.

As she struggled to breathe, Lena began to realize the agony inside of her had begun to subside as the Captain comforted her, and her body began to become accustomed to the invasion filling it so fully. She barely noticed when the Captain's fingers wrapped around her wrists one at a time, and bound them together behind her back with a pair of tight, cold manacles, the chain between them just long enough that the Captain was able to grasp with her hand, but no more.

"Down," the Captain commanded, tugging on the chain, and guiding Lena off the desk and down to the floor. "On your knees, girl."

Lena let out a hiss of breath when she realized the torment of the thing lodged within her. Every movement she made caused the horrid thing to shift and move every which way inside of her sending a torrent of sensations running through her body strong enough to nearly take her legs out from under her. Not exactly painful, but not truly pleasurable either. It was more of an odd hybrid of the two, not quite enough of either one, but just enough of each to make her tremble and quake on her feet.

The Captain pressed her down to her knees some distance in front of the desk, and Lena offered no resistance, but was unable to stifle the whimpers and uncomfortable, humiliating little moans from escaping past her lips. It took a moment for Lena to collect herself, to still the torrent of sensations flooding through her body.

Then she noticed what was in front of her. A long, thick bulbous object had been stuck to the floor not far from where the Captain had placed her, the sight of which caused a heated flush to burn through Lena's cheeks. As odd shaped as it might have been in her opinion, Lena know it for what it was. The toy was instantly recognizable. While she'd never used one of that size before, it wasn't something that she was wholly unfamiliar with.

Thick and black, and made out of rubber or some other similar material she was unfamiliar with, it was somehow affixed at its base to the floor, and it jutted upward, wobbling slightly from the vibration of the ship. Not the biggest example she'd ever seen, but still frightening nonetheless.

"Ma'am?" Lena whispered out hoarsely, unsure of what to do or say.

"Are you frightened of that cock, girl," the Captain replied, a thread of amusement lacing the tones of her voice. "What an odd thing for such a slut like you. Are you going to lie to me and try to pretend you've never had such a thing buried inside of you, my little slut?"

Lena shook her head, instantly regretting even that slight amount of movement due to how the plug inside of her reacted.